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The American Dream

Sticky sweetness coating my hands as I tore the flesh of the fruit,

The air filled with a musky scent, I softly caress the tender skin.

A dreamy haze, A million ways,

To make me addicted to you.

As love is a two way street, I know you feel this for me

Every order I give, your honour. Listen, follow, obey,

Or fall to the oceans of sulfur.

Revelations 22:13. We are the Alpha, We are the Omega.

The bittersweet taste of our union, my rock, my mate, the foundation on which I stand.

Knotted together eternally.

Verses to be quoted generations from now.

- E.R.M.